Are French people racist?...

Well, as I was born in France from a French mother and a Morrocan father, I have always been made sensitive to racism.

My father used to be an activist. His commitment consisted in spending more time to fight xenophobia than in taking care of his family.
Now that I'm an adult, I do understand him.

I do realize, now, what it means to be a foreigner in this country. I have felt racism deep inside myself. It has hurt me bad more than once.

This morning I was hurt once again : an opinion poll reveals that 34% of French people think extremist and racist political parties are close to them...

WHAT THE FUCK ??!!!

Save democracy, eat a racist person

This country would be nothing if they hadn't exploit colonies in Africa, Asia and North Africa, nothing if they hadn't use black and arab people to rebuild the country after WWII, nothing but a shitty little country.

All right, culture and cooking are great in France.
Let's say yes.
But in terms of diplomacy, political influence, wealth... this country would be nothing if French people hadn't choose, one day, to go and settle in other countries.

Now that some people are asking to settle too, only to work and live, and not to loot and burn as French did, exchanges between populations are no good any longer.

When it's for the others to come, then French people start thinking it would be better if each person stay on it's own country...

You, 34% of racist French people, make me fell ashamed of this country.
You, 34% of racist French people, make me think I'd rather leave before it's too late.
You, 34% of racist French people, don't deserve such an inheritance as Victor Hugo's, Malraux's, Badinter's and so many other great men's, that made this country what it should be...

This woman just killed me...

I was listening to a radio show on France Inter, and the journalist was interviewing a photographer. A woman.

I didn't know about her, about her works, her pics... she had this strange voice that makes you stuck like glue to your radio post.
Her name's Christine Spengler.

She started talking about her photos, the way she hated the war but she had no choice but to witness.
She had to show people.

And this strange voice, full of suffering.

She always refused to take photos of blood and dead bodies. She thinks there are other ways to show the war.

She also talked about her first experience in North Ireland. How she took a picture of children making fun of soldiers in the street.
They shouted to her : "You won't pass through cause we're the kings of the streets !!!" And she just took the picture. Because children provocating soldiers, this was war!


This is the picture.


This woman just killed me...

Dancehall explosion...

Yesterday by night, I went to a show in Rennes city, France.

It was a reggae party with Legal Shot and Irie Ites, two french sound system, backing 5 artists:

- Keefaz : a french singer who's getting more and more famous

- Brahim : a french artist that I definitely dislike even if it seems people enjoyed his performance

- Ras Mac Bean : a roots singer from Guyana who is a good vocalist fi sure, but kind of... always the same

- Daddy Freddy : the fastest deejay ever, 605 syllabus per minute attested by the Guinness Book of Records. He was just like that : fucking fast and amazingly crazy!

- YT : this one is my favourite. He is an english singjay, as good in toasting than in singing. Believe me or not you'll hear about him soon.
If you don't know him yet, then you must listen to his hit song about terrorist bombing in London last summer. As for me, this is a masterpiece, particularly the lyrics.



Anyway, all this to let you know I had a good time, I came back at 6 in the morning and my back is hurting me bad, as if I were 80 years old !

Take some time to listen to some YT's songs. You'll like it!

Don't tell me you can't...

I' m kind of horrified by what my mother told me.

She works as a nurse in a hospital. In her unity, they take care of people who gonna die soon, because there is nothing more to do for them.
All you can do for people like this is to relieve their pain so that they can enjoy a little bit more their family.

It's probably one of the most difficult job ever.

You have to deal with physical pain, with death, with children loosing their mothers, with mothers who must accept that their sons will die before them, with old husbands still in love with their old wives and who know they gonna be alone soon, with no one to take care of any longer...
You have to deal with a pain no drug can soothe.

All you can do is being present, listening to people and never judging anybody, not even this son who doesn't want to come visit his father.

This is already very demanding.
But it seems that this is not enough for those who rule hospitals.

Indeed, my mother also have to prepare corpse of dead people to present them to families. This is not her job. She wanted to nurse and to soothe pain, not to plug orifices to avoid people bleeding out...

But this is what happened. One morning, she went to the mortuary with a family. There was a problem. The woman was covered with blood and her head was impossible to recognize.

What can you do in such a situation, in front of a shocked family ?!
My mother didn't have no gloves but she started sponging up the blood of this woman who had an acute hepatitis.
She did her best to hide the scene to the family. But it was already too late.

Both angry and desperate, my mother decided to talk to one of the boss of the hospital.
She explained what happened, in details.
Her boss told her things like this happened... She was sorry but there was nothing to do. There was no budget to hire somebody whose job would be to take care of the mortuary.

My mother left the office with no explanations, no support, nothing.

Don't tell me there is nothing nothing you can do !!!
My mother doesn't deserve such a treatement. People who work hard like her don't deserve such a treatement.
Don't tell me you can't hire somebody, or at least form someone to do this job and to take care of the mortuary. This is a job. A real one.

This is not my mother's job.